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| Raamatud | Books |
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| Raamatud | Books |
 Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.  Bell's Edition - Page 229 by John Bell - 1796 Full view -
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